Chapter 180: Danitz Wanted
Luo En left the "Viz Antique Shop."
He didn't return to the hotel immediately. Instead, he turned into a secluded, deserted alley. After confirming there were no prying eyes, he took out the "Disguise Cufflink" he had just acquired from his pocket.
He slowly injected his spirituality into it.
A moment later, the small object, intricately carved with complex patterns, began to warm and vibrate slightly. Immediately after, Luo En felt a tingling, twisting sensation on his face, as if countless ants were crawling over it.
He could clearly feel his cheekbones being subtly raised by an invisible force, and the lines of his jaw becoming a little more defined.
He reached up and, still somewhat unaccustomed, rubbed his face.
That should be enough, right?
"With dyed hair, a changed demeanor, and subtle facial adjustments—no one should recognize me now," Luo En thought to himself.
He fastened the cufflink, which was still consuming his spirituality, to his cuff, then adjusted his collar and walked back onto the street, heading towards the hotel.
However, he had only walked a short distance when he abruptly stopped.
Just now, he had suddenly felt an extremely subtle, ominous flow of "Calamity"!
He immediately looked up, his gaze wary, towards the street ahead. Soon, a group of five or six people, moving with hurried steps, appeared in his line of sight.
They were all dressed in ordinary casual clothes, but their footsteps were unusually nimble, and each of them exuded a fierce aura that warned others to keep their distance.
Thanks to the powerful spiritual intuition of the Monster Pathway, Luo En could tell that their spiritual fluctuations were abnormal.
Beyonder, Luo En immediately concluded.
Moreover, at a time like this, to openly move in a group on the street—they were likely members of the Storm Church.
He subtly leaned against a wall by the roadside, observing their route out of the corner of his eye.
Are they heading towards the suburbs?
Seeing their direction, Luo En's heart gave a sudden lurch.
He immediately recalled the abandoned house in the suburbs that he and Danitz had used to create a substitute and trick Alger.
A very bad premonition instantly enveloped him.
Rewind to a few days ago.
Since that night when he was rescued from the Black Death by the mysterious chestnut-haired lady, Alger had remained in his captain's cabin, not venturing out.
The usually calm and composed Alger, whenever he recalled being tricked by that idiot "Blazing" Danitz, and how he had almost died for no reason or been handed over as cargo, an uncontrollable rage would surge from the bottom of his heart.
Thus, he considered reporting the matter to the Church.
"No… I can't reveal the entire story," he quickly calmed down. "That would only make me seem too foolish."
Although Alger had always prided himself on his intellect, among the Storm Church members he knew, whether superiors or colleagues, none were his match in terms of brains.
But—this matter was too humiliating! Being deceived by a seemingly simple-minded "Blazing," then being knocked out and carried away without any power to resist, and finally being hung upside down from a mast—if this incident got out, he would never be able to show his face in the Church again!
But not taking revenge on Danitz was absolutely impossible!
"I remember—that guy Danitz said that Iceberg Admiral has a major operation at sea recently and needs him to act as a liaison in Bayam."
Alger recalled the excuse Danitz had fabricated in the dilapidated house to persuade him to claim the reward.
At the time, Alger knew it was most likely a pretext, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But now, this point could be fully exploited!
He could submit this "intelligence" as is. The Church already had major operations at sea, and now they certainly wouldn't want any more trouble in Bayam. And the name "Iceberg Admiral" carried enough weight to attract the attention of the higher-ups.
Moreover, the best part was that Danitz had said it "personally." The Church's standard methods of verification would not be able to distinguish its authenticity.
Furthermore, apprehending pirates was also a duty of the Church, so even if it was ultimately found to be inconsistent with the facts, the higher-ups wouldn't have much to say.
And if Danitz was really caught and revealed the story of how he was tricked, Alger could say that he had sensed something was wrong beforehand and had hidden.
He was rescued by that lady, whoever she was. Danitz most likely didn't know that he had escaped from the Vice Admiral of Disease's grasp, so he could make up any story he wanted.
"It's a pity, I don't know the exact location of the Black Death," Alger felt a pang of regret.
He was unconscious when brought onto the Black Death and still in a coma when rescued, so he had no idea of the ship's exact coordinates. Otherwise, if he could report this intelligence as well, it would definitely be a great contribution.
Soon after, Alger organized his thoughts and went to the "Wave Church," where he found his direct superior, Bishop Joggery.
He informed the bishop of the important intelligence that Iceberg Admiral, Edwina, was suspected of having a major operation in Bayam and had dispatched her trusted Quartermaster, "Blazing" Danitz, to act as a liaison.
"Iceberg Admiral? Are you sure?" Bishop Joggery's face showed a surprised expression.
"Yes, Your Grace," Alger respectfully replied. "I inadvertently learned this from 'Blazing' Danitz while gathering intelligence. Danitz is currently lurking within Bayam City."
Upon hearing this, Bishop Joggery's expression immediately became serious.
He knew that Iceberg Admiral, Edwina Edwards, was suspected of being a Black Glove of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church.
The Storm Church and the Church of Knowledge had always been at odds. The Church had important operations at sea recently, and at this critical juncture,
The news of Iceberg Admiral suddenly arrived; it was entirely possible that the Church of Knowledge was planning some sabotage in Bayam. Even more coincidentally, a day or two later, news of a private bounty of seven thousand pounds on "Blazing" Danitz also reached the Church's ears.
This further deepened Danitz's suspiciousness. Why would an ordinary Quartermaster suddenly have such a high bounty? There must be something fishy behind it!
Thus, a search operation targeting "Blazing" Danitz, led by the Punishers, quietly began within Bayam City.
At this moment, in that cheap hotel, Danitz paced back and forth uneasily.
The wooden floor creaked under his steps.
Lachi was curled up and asleep on the bed.
"Damn it! Why isn't Brando back yet? Nothing happened, did it?!"
He walked to the window, irritably pulled back a corner of the curtain, and glanced out at the dim street, only to see a few idle vagrants.
Several hours had passed since Luo En said he was going out to purchase Beyonder items. It was already evening, but he hadn't seen a ghost of him.
Danitz's anxiety grew stronger.
He was now tied to Luo En on the same boat. Luo En had a ten-thousand-pound bounty on his head, and he himself had a seven-thousand-pound bounty.
Together, the two of them were almost twenty thousand pounds!
If Luo En exposed himself this time—he dared not think further, only irritably ran his hand through his hair, continuing to pace in the room.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of another building not far from the hotel,
Katarina appeared there silently.
She stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the intricate street below, a curious, playful smile on her face.
"It should be… somewhere around here."